Arcadia - Bodega Bamz

Put that on everything that I love

Comin' from where I’m from, where I’m from

Put that on everything that I love

Comin' from where I’m from, where I’m from

Put that on everything that I love

Comin' from where I’m from, where I’m from

Put that on everything that I love

Comin' from where I’m from, where I’m from

L-O-V-E, yeah, L-O-V-E, yeah

The drugs in my system

L-O-V-E, yeah, L-O-V-E, yeah

Drugs in my system

Listen, my man, with the bullet, word

And if it’s my man, I’ma pull it, word

I’ma hold 'em down like Joe Pesci

Cover me in ice like Wayne Gretzky

This is Harlem world, double up, bet me

Twenty-five thou on the wrist, presi

Peanut butter guts in the porsche, jelly

And Sho Gotti in the cut, ready

Tanboy Luka in the cut, ready

Tanboys, we already ready

Live by the machete

We could meet up, fuck, talkin' on the celly

Gotta re-up before I check-out of the telly

If you ain’t got love for a papi, better tell me

Went through the fire, now I’m on vacay

Bitches doin' sixty-nine, tell 'em that’s the treyway

Big money tucked, no «he say,» «she say» bullshit

Unless she say she on my dick

I keep both eyes focused

I keep my face poker, serious

Serious

Serious

Tanboys, we already ready

Tanboys, we already ready

L-O-V-E, yeah

L-O-V-E, yeah

L-O-V-E, yeah

L-O-V-E, yeah

L-O-V-E, yeah

L-O-V-E, yeah

L-O-V-E, yeah

L-O-V-E, yeah